Confession essay of a dead tree, confession essay of a tree

I am a dead tree, a young dead tree.

Now, there is no more leafy canopy above my head, no more lovely birds singing in my branches. I became a dead tree, a dead tree that no one cared about, a dead tree full of devastation, a dead tree that made no sense......

These sights are not traces of time, but the destruction of humanity! I think back then, when I first moved to this street, I was so graceful: from the slender waist to the lush canopy; From the green leaves to the beautiful petals, there is no tree in the whole street that can compare to me.

But I know that the streets are literally a hell of trees! Since early in the morning, the exhaust fumes from the car have eroded my **, and the noisy horn has filled my eardrums. The originally blue sky was polluted by humans into a gloomy gray cloth, and the sunlight was tightly blocked without a single gap.

The dust wafting in the air is breathless, not easy to rain a little, and so filthy that you can't swallow ......

In such an environment, what tree can survive for a long time? It's even scarier than the desert! My face is getting worse day by day, who knows that this is not the worst, and the more terrible thing is yet to come.

On that day, humans put on a pair of "armor" for us, saying that someone hit a tree while drunk yesterday, so they want to protect us with "armor". This "armor" is made of cement and bricks, with cement on the bottom to seal our roots, and on top of bricks, which is more than a meter high, but the inner circle only leaves us less than a finger long. This armor makes us dare not gasp for breath - if we are not careful, the bark will "kiss" with the brick!

Humans, why do you do such stupid things? Our disappearance will do you no good, if not good!

Stop it, O humans, for when you destroy all other creatures, you will also perish on that day!

It can be written according to people cutting down trees and trees confiding.

You're lazy, write it yourself, get out of the calf!

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep ......Sky.

The firmament is vast, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and shows the cattle and sheep. "I am.

A dead tree, lying in a lumberjack, I closed my eyes.

I fantasized about such a scene. A long time ago, mom was.

Tell me this poem, it's my yearning, but I don't.

The thought that I would lie here helplessly. Mom used to say there always is.

One day, we will all be like this, because more than ten years before the collapse of us.

of the same kind were dwindling, and the prophecy was soon fulfilled.

When I was still standing strong on the earth, I looked at my body.

The partners on the side left me one by one, and my heart ached.

Yes! "One, two, three...Let's make a faux round....Ten ......Hundred.

......"It's a terrible number, it's like heaven.

I can't count the stars of the stars. Birds are driven away, mosquitoes.

There are more children, tourists do not love us, in us.

Scribble on us, and even break our arms.

Scarred ......The companions went far away in a logging cart.

Fang, leaving my lonely figure, at a glance, the forest.

There was no anger at all, only the stump was crying, the tree really.

Is it people's toys?

Eventually, I was also transported to an unknown piece of wood.

field, I was greeted by countless sharp giant axes, they.

It's like the merciless hand of human beings tearing our hearts and hurting.

Through our hearts. "The sky is blue, and the wilderness is boundless......"My boy.

Savor it, is our fate all "wild".

Blank"? The sky is busy, human beings are blind, and we are ......

And just like that, a dead tree ended it with its fantasies.

In a short life, it is so ordinary, but it is poured.

Suing but the big skin makes us think deeply. If people don't introspect, probably.

One day, people will be just as "wild" as they ......

The self-prosecution of a dead tree.

I am a dead tree in the park, and I have had a glorious past, and I have longed for the glory of life. When I was a seedling, I overcame wind, rain, lightning, ice, snow and cold. Moistened and nurtured by the sun and rain, it has grown into a towering tree after a long time.

The birds used to sing on my branches, the woodpeckers always checked my body, and sometimes the children would play under the trees ......At this time, my life is so happy!

The happy days also ended quickly. One day, a group of children came to play games under the tree. Suddenly, a child said

This game is so childish, shall we chop down the branches and have fun? The children agreed, a dead tree confided. So they took out the knife they had with them and cut off my branches.

I thought they were going to cut down the trunk and thought, "Looks like I can't save my life." But they didn't cut it, they just walked away.

I thought: Fortunately they cut down the branches, otherwise I don't know how big the consequences would be. A few days later, a few more old men came.

I thought they were here to rest, and I was very happy. Unbeknownst to me, these old men took out their knives and slashed left and right on my body, making me miserable, and there was only one trunk left. After a few more natural disasters, my tree trunk also broke.

Today, only a small stump remains, which can only be used to rest for passers-by.

You humans must act to protect your faithful friend, the tree.

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep ......The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep ......"I'm a dead tree, lying in a lumberjack, and I close my eyes and fantasize about it. My mother told me about this poem a long time ago, and it was my yearning, but I didn't want to bury the sedan so much that I would lie helpless here.

Mom once said that one day, we will all be like this, because more than a decade ago our kind was dwindling, and this prophecy was soon fulfilled.

When I was still standing strong on the earth, I watched my friends leave me one by one, and my heart ached! "One, two, three...Bends....Ten ......100 trees ......"It's a terrible number, like the stars in the sky that can't be counted. The birds were driven away, the mosquitoes increased, the tourists did not take care of us, they scribbled on us, even broke our arms, and we were scarred ......My friends went to the distance in a logging cart, leaving me alone, and at a glance, the forest was not lifeless, only the stumps were crying, and the trees were really people's toys.

Eventually, I was transported to an unknown lumber yard, where I was greeted by countless sharp axes, like the merciless hands of human beings tearing our hearts and breaking our hearts. "The sky is blue, and the wilderness is boundless......I savored it carefully, is it that our fate is all "wild"? The sky is busy, human beings are blind, and we are ......

In this way, a dead tree ends its short life with its fantasies, it is so ordinary, but its old pouring out makes us think deeply. If people don't reflect, maybe one day, people will be just as "wild" ...... them